Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (30 page)

“Our relationship was … complicated,” said Dougal. And more than a little undefined, he reminded himself. They had sparred and argued and made up several times even before the memorable night when they had decided to leave Ebonhawke. And after they had left the city, Vala had been supportive and caring, more so than she had been earlier.

Was there, Dougal wondered, more going on with either woman than he had thought at the time? It would not be the first time he had misread another’s thinking.

“I think the news was unexpected for her,” said Dougal at last. “She knew that the rest of our platoon were dead. I told her as much, and she had a chance to deal with it. To find out that I had married Vala and she did not know about it, that was sudden. She will come around. I hope.”

“I hope as well, and the sooner the better, for all our sakes,” said Ember, and moved into the darkness once more.

They ran into another fence and followed it along under the moonlight to a latched gate, then passed through it into another field, this one with shorter grass and fewer weeds. They walked for about ten minutes, then Gullik froze.

“What is it?” hissed Riona, behind them.

“Something is moving out there,” said Gullik.

The asura scowled and looked westward. “I see it, too: several somethings.”

Dougal and Ember had doubled back by this time
and the five stood clustered together. To the west, dark shapes, heavy and blocky and as long as the norn was tall, were framed against the lighter grass. As they watched, one of them shifted and let out a soft lowing noise.

Dougal let out a breath of relief. “Cows. Of course.”

“Cows?” said Kranxx, as if it were suddenly a new factor in his calculations.

Dougal almost laughed. “It makes sense. We’re in a pasture, after all, and we’ve been moving though gated fences.”

The tenseness in the group went out of them in single breath.

Ember explained, “Charr are mostly carnivores. Most of our land is cleared for ranches, and slaughterhouses dot the landscape. We grow feed for the winter. Cattle, sheep, hogs, dolyaks, and devourers all keep the legions moving.”

Gullik chuckled and scratched his chin. “I wonder if—”

“No,” said Kranxx, “you will not tip the cows.”

The norn snorted and said, “You never let me have
any
fun.”

More seriously, Ember said, “We are cutting across more settled terrain, and the moon is going down. We should find a safe haven for the rest of the night.”

In the end they found a feed barn, one used to shelter and supply the herds in the winter months, but for the moment open-sided and disused. They would not risk a fire, but the remains of the last season’s straw felt as good as the best bed in Lion’s Arch.

“Ember,” Dougal said, “when we first met you, you mocked my story of the Foefire. Now’s your chance. Tell us the truth about the Foefire.”

The charr snorted. “You don’t need truth. You have your own lies. You don’t need mine.”

“The more lies, the better,” said Dougal.

Riona raised an eyebrow at Dougal, the friendliest gesture she had made in the last twenty-four hours. “Are you saying the legends of our heroes are nothing but lies, Dougal Keane?”

“The last time I went to Ascalon City, I only knew one version of what happened with the Foefire,” Dougal explained. “I didn’t talk to any charr about it. So,” he said, speaking now to Ember, “I want to know what you know.”

Ember snorted through her snout and ground her teeth as she thought about this. “All right,” she said, “I will tell it as I know it, but I will refuse to mute any part of it for your ears.” The rest of the group nodded.

“The invasion of Ascalon City was supposed to be the moment of our greatest triumph,” said the charr. “Conquering it would have eliminated the last outpost of human resistance in the region and heralded the end of the Ascalon Insurrection.”

“Other than Ebonhawke, you mean,” said Riona.

Ember held up a hand. “Is this your story?” she asked the woman.

Riona stood her ground, refusing to let the charr intimidate her. “It’s about my country.”

“That you stole from my people,” replied Ember.

“Please,” said Dougal. “I asked for Ember’s
unvarnished account of the Foefire. She can’t give me that if you interrupt her.”

“Raven’s claws!” Gullik said. “Among the norn, we say, ‘The best tales are lies that show you truths.’ Let the charr speak!”

Riona screwed up her face, trying to parse the norn’s words, but held her tongue. The charr bowed her head to Gullik and Dougal, and continued.

“The charr side of the tale is handed down to us from the mighty jaws of Frye Fireburn, legionnaire of the Flame Legion and hero of my people. Frye was the leader of one the greatest warbands of his time, the legendary Fireshadows. They served as an elite espionage and assassination team for the Flame imperator.

“And before you interrupt again”—Ember looked at Riona—“yes, I hate the Flame Legion with a passion. They crippled the old charr ways and led us into the worship of false gods. They made us soft and foolish, and I will fight to keep them from regaining even a fraction of their power. Yet, I say to you that Frye Fireburn of the Flame Legion was a hero, and so you will understand why, if you let me continue.

“As the Flame Legion surrounded Ascalon for one final assault on the city’s walls, the legion’s imperator called the Fireshadows to him and ordered them to sneak into the city and assassinate King Adelbern. He believed that this would decapitate the Ascalonian forces, and in their despair they would be unable to mount a viable defense against the charr attack.”

“What was the imperator’s name?” asked Dougal.

Ember fixed him with a stony glare.

“I’m not objecting to you, I’m just dying to know,” he clarified. “The human tales never mention his name, other than the imperator of the Flame Legion.”

Ember nodded. “I do not know. After his disgrace, his name was stricken from our records.”

“Bear’s tears, that’s cold!” muttered Gullik.

“It is our way.” She waited for a moment. “May I continue?”

Silence and polite nods from the others. Ember resumed: “Frye and his warband of assassins scaled the city’s wall that night and worked their way to the king’s private chambers. They killed many guards along the way, silently dispatching them by sword and by spell.

“When they made it to the king’s private chambers, they found it empty. They thought that they had missed the hated Sorcerer-King, that perhaps he had learned of their mission and even set a trap for them. They had arrived in the middle of the night, after all, and he was not there.

“The Fireshadows searched the royal quarters. That was when one charr stumbled upon the body of a human lying under a table in the king’s private bedchamber.

“Frye turned the human over. As he did, the human let out a deep breath and his expression flickered back to life. This human had a knife driven into his chest, but he still had enough breath in him to speak.”

“Who planted the blade in his chest?” asked Riona. “A charr?”

Ember glowered at the new interruption but, rather than rise to Riona’s bait, simply replied, “It was a
human knife, the story goes. Had a charr done it, I would have not hesitated to say so.

“The dying human’s name was Savione. He claimed to be the king’s servant. It was clear even to Frye that he was no warrior.

“ ‘You must stop him,’ said Savione. ‘The king is mad with grief, and he plans to use a great magic. He will kill us all.’

“At this point, the servant choked on his own blood and nearly died, but one of the Fireshadows tended to him so that he could finish what he had to say.

“The servant Savione opened his eyes again and spoke: ‘When Adelbern saw the legions amassing outside of the city, he despaired. We dug in and tried to withstand the siege for as long as we could. When we saw the latest wave of charr arrive, we knew our final moment had come, that our time had finally run out. His Majesty told me, “This is no longer a siege, Savione. This will become an assault. But if force of arms fails us, force of will shall not. Where swords may fail, sorcery may succeed.”

“ ‘His Majesty bears on his hip a mighty blade, a relic of now-lost Orr and its City of the Gods.’ This was the sword Magdaer, twin to Sohothin, as your story said. ‘He drew the sword and looked deep into its depths.

“ ‘The king said, “I have long known that Magdaer had other powers—remnants of the gods themselves. We Ascalonians may be doomed, but Ascalon will live on forever!” ’

“The human looked at the charr, his life breath
leaving his body. ‘He is in the throne room,’ said the servant, ‘surrounded by his Royal Guard and as many other soldiers as the walls can spare. He will unleash the power of his sacred sword, Magdaer. He means to kill all the charr—but the price, the sacrifice …’

“Savione closed his eyes, and the Fireshadow healers could not do anything more for him. Frye took the counsel of his warband and made his decision. If the dying human spoke the truth, the entire legion was marching into a trap. The Sorcerer-King would be too well protected for them to reach him. They decided to abandon their mission and alert their imperator to the danger instead.

“When Frye Fireburn and his warband returned to tell their imperator—who still bore the Claw of the Khan-Ur, mind you, and the loyalty of the legions—about the Sorcerer-King’s plan, he refused to listen to them. ‘We will breach the walls of the city tonight,’ the imperator said.

“ ‘It’s a trap,’ argued Frye. ‘Once our forces enter the city, this mad king will kill us all.’

“The imperator spat on Frye and said, ‘You must truly fear my wrath to come up with such ridiculous tales to distract me from your failure. I sent you in to kill a king, and you come back with wild excuses. I do not accept such incompetence in the Flame Legion.’

“Frye and his warband protested the imperator’s accusation. They insisted that every word they had told him was true, and they demanded that he halt the invasion until they could figure out how to deal with this new threat from the Sorcerer-King.

“The imperator refused to listen to Frye and his fellows, and he had them arrested. ‘Because you have been faithful servants until this day,’ the imperator said, ‘I will not tear out your throats.’

“Instead, he ordered that Frye and his fellows be bound hand and foot and tied to stakes placed on the Viewing Hill. I do not know what the humans called it, but it provided a clear line of sight into Ascalon City.

“The imperator believed that this punishment would be worse than death. ‘You will witness the triumph of your legion, but you will not be part of it. You will have to bear that shame until the day our gods bless you with death.’ ”

“Raven’s beak!” said Gullik, despite himself. “I thought the charr were godless!”

Kranxx elbowed the norn, irritated by the new interruption. “That didn’t happen until later, after Kalla Scorchrazor destroyed the shaman caste,” he said. “Has living in the frozen mountains for so long broken your sense of time?”

Ember ignored them. “After Frye and the others were staked out here according to the imperator’s wishes, they howled at the stars as the walls of Ascalon City finally crumbled under the charr assault. They had long hoped to see this day, but they feared the imperator’s hubris would ruin it all.

“Frye and his warband watched, unable to turn away. Soon after the gates fell, the imperator stormed into the city’s main square. Adelbern, the Sorcerer-King, stood defiant on the parapet of his tallest tower with his magical sword in his hands. It burned with a fire that swirled
about its blade as if it were alive. He shouted at the soldiers below as they fled before the Flame Legion’s forces, some of them escaping through the holes the charr had made in the walls.

“ ‘Retreat?’ the Sorcerer-King shouted. ‘Retreat is not an option!’

“With the Flame Legion flooding through the city’s defenses, Ascalon City had already been lost. The human soldiers ignored their king’s complaint as their retreat transformed into a rout.

“The insane king raised his sword—a relic from the ancient land of Orr—over his head and bellowed down at his men, ‘We will never surrender! Never!’

“Then he plunged his sword downward. As it struck the stones beneath his feet, a gout of white fire shaped like a blade shot from the tower’s roof, enveloping Adelbern. The tower collapsed then, its very stones unable to withstand the power of the Foefire. Adelbern rode the battered rocks all the way down, disappearing in a cloud of shattered stones and dust.

“The mystic light from the Foefire burned without abatement. When the last stone of the tower stopped tumbling, the light intensified for an instant, then burst out and engulfed the entire city. The wave of destruction spread out from there, soon engulfing nearly all of Ascalon.

“The charr nearest the tower—the imperator and his victorious guard—were immolated in a heartbeat, their fur igniting like tinder, their flesh blasted by the unearthly flames. Yet, what happened to the humans in the blast was infinitely worse.

“The air in Ascalon City rang with a choir of their
screams as the humans died in their tracks. Their bodies were blasted into burning fragments, but their spirits remained standing. Their mortal forms were reduced to broken skeletons but their souls remained, eternally bound to Ascalon. Only the charr close to the city were destroyed in the blast, but every human for leagues around was suddenly transformed into a ghost.

“This is why we call him the Sorcerer-King.” Ember nodded at Dougal and Riona. “He worked a spell as great as the Searing itself, and in a single blow denied the Flame Legion their ultimate victory and damned the humans of his own land. Before the night ended, not a single body in Ascalon City still drew a breath. The Foefire that towered over this carnage remains to this day.

“Eventually, Frye managed to free himself and then the other charr in his warband. Unbound, they slunk away from the disaster, determined to bring news of the atrocity to the rest of the charr.

“The Fireshadows returned to the invasion’s staging grounds—the site of the Black Citadel today. When they delivered the news of the Flame imperator’s defeat at Ascalon City, few who heard the news could believe their ears. Everyone who met Fireburn and his warband, though, trusted every word because they could see how the horrors they had witnessed had transformed them.